Chapter 1273: Did You Give a Gift

“This is unfair to you!”

The friend was anxious, but Song Yuan remained calm, “There’s nothing about fair or unfair.

I just happen to have known Third Brother Bo from the start.”

She reached out to pull her friend upstairs, but the friend was unwilling, insisting on finding Bo Yanching to demand an explanation.

Song Yuan was a bit shaken inside.

She glanced again at how Bo Yanching was treating that girl and gritted her teeth before turning back, “Come on, they’re still waiting upstairs.

They just asked me about your dress.

Maybe you could tell them yourself.”

The friend glared at her, annoyed by her passive nature, but had no choice but to follow her upstairs.

Nan Jiaojiao had eaten her fill and drank two cups of juice.

She habitually slumped back in her chair, but after touching her rounded belly, she quickly sat upright, realizing this wasn’t just any restaurant.

“Did you give a gift?”

“Only asking now?” Bo Yanching teased her.

Nan Jiaojiao flipped her hair, “Han Che definitely arranged it early on, you can’t fool me.”

Bo Yanching clicked his tongue, “Getting smarter, huh.”

He peeled a lychee, removed the seed, and fed it to her, “Are you full?”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded.

“Ready to leave?”

Nan Jiaojiao, always concerned with appearances, said, “Leaving just like that seems ungracious.

Shouldn’t you go through the motions of courtesy?”

Bo Yanching laughed, knowing he couldn’t skip the formalities with the host.

Though it was easy for him to handle such situations, he pretended to realize, “Oh, in that case, I’ll listen to you and go socialize.”

Just when Nan Jiaojiao was feeling a bit relieved, she suddenly realized she’d been tricked and punched him on the chest, “Can’t you go one day without teasing me?”

Bo Yanching took her hand in stride, squeezing her palm, “Wait here and rest your stomach.

I’ll be back soon.”

Nan Jiaojiao patted the back of his hand, “Go ahead, I’ll cover the rear.”

Bo Yanching silently glanced at the few remaining mini cakes on the table.

Hmm, covering the rear.

“Don’t eat too much, or I’ll have to massage your tummy at home.”

Nan Jiaojiao said nothing and stomped on his foot.

Bo Yanching saw it, didn’t dodge, and lifted his foot a few times, playing with her until he realized she might actually get annoyed, then stopped sensibly.

Standing up, he gently ruffled Nan Jiaojiao’s hair.

His phone rang, and Bo Yanching glanced at it, “Shuxian.”

“Your brother?” Nan Jiaojiao looked up.

Bo Yanching pinched her slightly chubby cheek, “Probably about Dad.

I’ll talk to him for a bit and then go give a gift.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, “Go ahead.”

As Bo Yanching answered the call, he glanced at Han Che, who followed him out and handed him a red envelope.

“Don’t come with me, keep an eye on Jiaojiao.”

Han Che turned back.

“Bro, I just came down from the mountain and heard about Uncle.

I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it back.”

“It’s okay, it’s in the past.

Focus on your work, no need to rush back.

I’m planning to return to Rongcheng too.”

Bo Shuxian was both guilty and frustrated, “I haven’t fulfilled my duties as a nephew.

I hardly hear anything about the Bo Family.

It was Aunt Chan who told me.

Where is Uncle buried?

I’ll come back to pay my respects.”

“Not in the Capital City.

I brought his ashes back to Rongcheng and buried them behind the Bo Residence.”

“That’s good,” Bo Shuxian said.

“He can stay with Grandma.

Are you coming back in the next couple of days?

I’ll come back then too.”